I just spent the past hour and half combing the Internet in search of a new shelf for our fridge door.
(I know. How thrilling, huh?!)
It's cracked and will probably fall apart at a completely inopportune moment. So, even though we're only renting this house and therefore this technically isn't my problem, I've taken it upon myself to fix it anyway...
There's no make or model anywhere to be found on the fridge, and as for the manual left behind by our landlords...
It's written in GERMAN!!!
I used what little info it provided to search for part and service suppliers in the UK and surprise, surprise NONE of them carries the one thing that I need...
...or are even willing to answer their phone on a Friday, for that matter.
I was getting all snippy and snarly when it occurred to me... WOW! This REALLY isn't my problem.
In the end, I just patched it up with duct tape and fastened it back on the door. Job done!
You know what they say. You can take a girl out of the country...
****************************************************The other highlights of my week:
- I have been on pins and needles waiting for my friend on the other side of the world to have her first baby and this past Wednesday, she did! Now, I'm on pins and needles waiting for them to send MORE pictures.
- I decided that I hated living in London where I am way too far, far away from everything I know and love.
- At the exact moment that my friend was having her baby, I was coming home from Moms' Night Out with my ex-pat pals. I was having such fun with them that I sort of
suggesteddemanded that we extend our good times with a "girls only"weekend jaunt to Paris...
- I decided that I like living in London again and new friends are fun too... especially when they can be convinced to join me for an uninterrupted cup of coffee... in Paris!
6 comments:
Duct tape is quite possibly one of man's greatest inventions!
I want to be one of your new friends too, if it involves drinking in London and traveling to Paris!
I almost squealed out loud when I read your blog (and thanks for commenting on mine!). I was you about a million years ago in London, sans the child. Oh my my my, the memories... Your fridge door tale reminded me of how completely "different" the Brits are from us. It may be a common language, sort of, but the culture is not the same. Can't wait to read more of your adventures; I'm off to put you on my Google reader.
Jetted off to Paris! You are way cooler than me:P
Love the tape. Have you thought about posting a photo of the fridge on your blog? Maybe someone will recognize it? You could make it a contest.... provide details - offer a prize (lol).
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